Invincible

The long weekend comes and goes. Mommy works on my helmet more, but she actually has to stop adding new features because she has to address issues with my gag controller. My teeth have bitten into its stem too much. Fortunately she had been working on a new one already, but that was only meant to improve the controls. Now she’s added extra rubber around the tip, enough so when I close my mouth on it my teeth just barely don’t touch the actual stem. It means my mouth is held open a little bit more, but I’ve worn it enough by now to be kind of used to the gag and know I can adjust to the slight change if it means I don’t damage the controller or my teeth.

Throughout the weekend I find myself drawn to the helmet, often Mommy has to ask for me to take it off before she begins to work on it. I knew it helped me deal with my surroundings, but after experiencing a day with it in my normal life so I could directly compare it to the same situation without it, I was now enamored with it even more. It wasn’t just me becoming a Pokémon, it was my armor, impenetrable and perfect for facing any challenge… so long as the battery didn’t die. Maybe I should get another Battery Buneary? No, a Battery Pikachu! Oh, and I have to think ahead, a Battery Kirlia to match Gardevoire when I get that costume made!

Mommy also filed a report for sexual harassment over Ash stalking me at school, but even if something comes of it, it won’t be until faculty have had time to discuss it during this upcoming week.

But, long weekend or not, it must come to an end. It’s Monday, and I need to drive to school and do it the normal way. And risk seeing Ash with my actual regular eyes instead of filtered through a camera. Mommy has already left, so I just need to drive off. With just my school supplies in the car and nothing else. Yup, nothing else is needed to look people in the eyes… so after a quick run back inside I start the car and head off with nothing but my school supplies and Lopunny suit with Buneary in the back. I don’t have to wear it, I’m sure just having it nearby will fill me with courage.

I make it to campus and park in student parking. I look around. Everyone, without fail, is dressed normally. Of course they are. It’s not Halloween anymore. My need not to draw attention to myself joins the internal mind battle on the side of not wearing the suit, a powerful wave of imagined embarrassment washing through my brain. Unfortunately looking outside I realize how much less I would be concerned about the opinions of people on screen, and I find myself already crawling into the back seat before my mind fully catches up to my actions. If I’m quick no one will see and I can still make it to class on time. After shimmying out of my clothes and into the suit while on the floor to avoid prying eyes, a tight fit even for my small self, I eagerly slip on my helmet and strap myself in, the chin strap holding my mouth shut around my new gag. I let my tongue explore the gags hollow center with the button controls, and realize it’s a larger cavity, with smoother walls. I can feel all the way down the gag stem to the inside wall of the helmets face plate. Interesting.

I turn on the helmet and let my digitized world appear around me. My heart feels giddy at seeing my campus in glorious micro pixelated form again. The screens in my suit were pretty good, although I hadn’t asked if they were 1080p or 4K or whatever. Regardless, they were perfect. I don’t want them to look more real, they are just real enough that it gives me all I need to know while giving my brain juuust enough plausible deniability of reality to keep calm. I step out once more into campus life as the invincible Lopunny.

I don’t get as much positive feedback on my walk to class, but no one stops me or is rude. The most I get is some raised eyebrows as I walk past. Which would normally be enough to reduce me to near tears, but in my suit of armor I just brush it off with a smile, albeit one no one can see. My first class by coincidence is the same first class of the day that I had on Halloween, math. The professor sees me walk in as several other students begin to murmur at the sight of me. Don’t care, I’m in my suit. Lodge all complaints to My trainer, Professor Hemlock… actually I shouldn’t joke about that even in my head. Never mind imaginary peoples, do not look into any connection between me and Mommy!

I make my way to the back where I usually sit. Taking my seat, I can see the professor trying to weigh the situation in his mind. The whole class is clearly talking about me, but only a little louder than they would be talking about things before class started anyways. Especially since most people have Halloween party stories to share. Even from this distance, I can tell from his body language the moment he decides that he isn’t paid enough to care. “Alright class, quiet down. We have some tough concepts to cover today so get your notebooks ready and turn to page 137.”

I did it. I looked the universe in the eye and dared it to say something, and it blinked first. The feeling of euphoria and sheer power rolling through me makes my hands shake rapidly before me as a necessary release of excited energy. I desperately have to stop my tongue from pressing any buttons, as even in my gleeful state I realize I probably shouldn’t test my professors patience with Lopunny sounds. Nonetheless, I won.

I smile happily in my helmet and hum gleefully to myself between classes, reveling in my new found freedom. My next class goes much the same, although that professor seemed to ponder if it was worth it for a bit longer. I skip lunch again, once more not wishing to give up my safety. So I decide to head back to my car to wait through lunch.

Apparently I am a bit predictable, and word has gotten around campus that a crazy Pokémon girl has forgotten that Halloween is over. Standing by my car is Mommy, my Pokémon trainer, my Professor, and even my screen doesn’t save me from her look of disappointment. “Follow me.” Her voice leaves no room for argument, and I follow her with trepidation. It’s a bit of a walk, but we go to her office and she closes the door behind me. I’ve only been here a few times and never long, as we didn’t want to arouse suspicion and it’s not like we don’t live together. So whatever she wants to say she definitely isn’t worried about having to explain to others.

She takes her seat behind her desk and gestures to the one in front of it. “Please sit Samantha.” Oh shit, she used my real name. She never does that. I sit, nervous beyond words. “… Are you okay?” I’m confused. Obviously I’m okay. I have on my suit, nothing can hurt me.

Happy Lopunny sound.

“Are you worried about running into Robert?”

Curious Lopunny sound. I cock my head to the side to show my confusion. Robert? Who the heck is Robert?

Mommy sighs. “Ash Ketchum. Are you worried about seeing Ash again.” Mommy sounds frustrated with me, but still trying to keep patient.

Oh, Ash! No. No. Why would I be scared of a 10 year old. I’m the invincible Lopunny… okay, maaaybe I had a nightmare where he captured me in a Pokéball and **** me to fight other Pokémon for his entertainment, but that’s completely unrelated to what happened last week. Completely unrelated. Totally. Crap, Mommy is still waiting for an answer. Um… happy Lopunny sound.

“Really, not worried at all?” Her voice is filled with skepticism. “Good, then you won’t have any problem with changing back into regular clothes. Let’s go get them from your car.” She stands up and starts to walk around her desk.

I can feel my eyes tear up in fear. Sad Lopunny sound. You got me, I admit my bluff. Don’t make me change Mommy! I pull my legs up onto the chair to sit more comfortably in a ball with my knees touching my Lopunny chin, my arms wrapped around my legs.

Mommy stops walking, and kneels beside me to look me in the eyes… well, camera. But she knows exactly where the cameras are so it feels like she’s looking me in the eyes. “If you stay in the suit, can you make it through the rest of the day? Even if you see Ash?”

Happy Lopunny sound. Yes! Lopunny forever! Or at least until Gardevoire is ready. Then a 50/50 split between the two, maybe switching out every week. And then when everyone is used to seeing Lopunny and Gardevoire, BOOM, Mismagius. But for right now, let me stay Lopunny!

“Do you have any classes with him today? I know he’s in my class with you but you don’t have that today.”

I shake my head, not actually sure but I figure the odds are pretty low.

“Okay, if you’re sure, come her and give Mommy a hug.” I uncurl and stand up as she does and let her pull me into her embrace. The only downside of my suit is that I have to be careful with my larger head not to head butt her. It wouldn’t be as bad as the old helmet with its motorcycle helmet base, but it still wouldn’t feel good. Of course the rest of the suit has barely any such protection, and I feel Mommy’s hands roam down my side to my hips and grasp me firmly. “There’s still time for lunch. Do you want to go eat, or… be eaten?” She pulls back enough from the hug to let me see her predatory eyes.

Happy Lopunny sound. What prey wouldn’t be happy to fall victim to such a beautiful predator? Suddenly my suit makes me feel less safe, completely **** in fact. But the happiness doesn’t go away as this is a danger I never want to be safe from.

Mommy pulls me behind her desk and picks me up to sit me on the desk edge, my back to the door. She releases me so her hands can unzip my lower zipper and reveal her prize. She bends down low, moving my diaper to the side, and I feel her tongue lap up my slit. I moan at the unexpected attention, but am happy to be her lunch in a slightly more literal way than I was expecting. She flicks her tongue over my clit, and a little shockwave of joy jumps up to my head and forces my tongue to express myself. Happy Lopunny sound. I will never not enjoy how perfect that button location is, I barely need to think about it and it gets hit.

I feel Mommy play more with my clit, first taking it between her lips and kissing it relentlessly, pressing her face roughly into me. Then she gently takes it between her teeth and rubs her tongue across it until the **** pushes it out of her mouth. I moan heavily into my gag, grateful for everything she’s doing to me, everything she’s done for me. Finally I feel two fingers slide into me and begin to pump as she runs her tongue back and forth over my clit with rapid flicks until the building pressure can’t be contained anymore. I cry out uselessly into my gag, my tongue stretching down into its hollow, as the explosion rocks through my body tensing every muscle and leaving a behind a pleasant fire burning me up inside.

Mommy stands up and I can see her smiling face, with a bit of stickinesses on it from her meal. She leans closer and I can feel her cock press against my stomach. “There’s only one part of you I haven’t trained yet, my sweet little Lopunny. Are you ready to learn what your trainer has to teach you?” She reaches down and opens up a drawer to pull out a bottle. I don’t recognize the brand, but she starts to rub the contents onto her hands.

Happy Lopunny sound. I don’t know what she means but it doesn’t matter. I’m her Lopunny and she is my trainer, of course I’m going to learn anything she wants me to. She pushes me down onto my back, and begins to spread her now shiny hands all over her large cock… oh. I think I…

My thoughts are cut off and confirmed as she begins to line up with my virgin asshole. I can’t help but clench at the prospect of something going up the wrong hole… no, if Mommy wants to use it then it’s the right hole. As she pushes harder and the pressure builds, I do my best to relax and accept her into my ass. Wet with lube, she slides into me. It feels strange, like a large poop in reverse. She keeps pushing though, my anus being far more accommodating than I would have guessed. I groan into my gag, happy that its new design keeps my teeth safer as I bite down on its rubber.

She keeps pushing into me, deeper and deeper, the pressure building in me. It’s not pleasant, but it’s not unpleasant either, her reassuring warmth pressed deep within me. She stops, her hands grasping my hips firmly. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, my little Lopunny. So hard you won’t be able to walk to class. Tighten up so I can feel your ass break on my dick.” Her low husky voice drives me crazy, but not as much as her cock beginning to slide back and forth in me, harder and harder. The build up was neither good nor bad, just a pressure. But now that her cock was sawing back and forth, every unexpected change in direction sent a thrill up my spine. She pounds me harder and I need to grab the edge of her desk to keep from moving under her ****, which causes the large heavy desk to move a bit before my fingers lose their grip and I slide across it. Her hands grip me tighter to keep me in place, and she continues to rapidly fill and empty me, making me tremble at the transition between each state and eager for her to repeat the process again and again.

Finally she pushes in deep and moans into my face as she fills my ass with her thick cum. I do my best to clench myself to milk her cock dry and encourage her to fuck my ass more often. She slaps my ass as she continues to fill me, and it sends me over the edge as my intentional clenching is taken over by my second orgasm ripping through me. Happy Lopunny sound, matched by my loud moan escaping my gag.

Mommy pulls out of my ass, breathing heavily and smiling down at me. “Go to your classes. I’ll talk to the faculty if anyone has any issues.” She pulls my diaper back in place and zips me up. “Mommy will take care of everything, okay?”

Okay? I’m too tired to really express how okay that is, but luckily my voice doesn’t require much effort from me. Happy Lopunny sound. If only there was an ecstatic Lopunny sound, or an adoring one, or… it’s okay. Happy Lopunny sound. Mommy loves me, everything is perfect.